"nightless" poems
o halogen light with CD
and cassette holder
how your ribs they envelop
a promise of symphony
as you stand tall and straight
like a guard at the gate
you relieve all my troubles
with your blinding light bubbles
you brighten my day
keep the shadows away
though your color is lightless
you make me so nightless
your a wiry lifeline
steals perception of time
how quick the hours fly by
i'll never know
top of your glow
to the tip of my toe
your electric insides
could frizzle the tides
and your mental effect...
well...
it gives me good rides
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Walking again
in evening dusk
it is a must
walking through immense wonders
poetrysites, poetryhomes and all that wonders
need to walk this evening bright
see the afterglow in the ditch alright
greet Hello Poetry and Hello Friend
walking through this immense land
who will I meet, who shall I greet?
where, what and when I'll tweet
all poetryhomes I have been
not really many sites I have seen
sad sound, mad sound, all insane
hellooooo oh no not that again!
walking through this endless land
looking for the right poetryman
afraid I must give up this time
no not again poetry sublime
the evening dusk lasts nightless long
what was that song, what had gone wrong
must I not do this walk or not...?
irgendwo I have a friend, but forgot
in this endless meadowland
just see a tippy-bit of gland
where is that ditch from far a stitch
with enough water and which
this is the source of health
finding it, oh what a wealth!
the afterglow is still the same
where is that source, is this a game?
oh, there at quite a distance
I can see with no resistance
oh so sorry, that man has run away
so, no poetryman this way
but where is the source now
clear chrystal water with that glow
oh look, the source...wow!
surely I'll find that bestimmt now
approaching the ditch that clear water
I hope it shall not alter
anymore into red water
bow myself into deepness
and see the beauty of clearness
wow, clear chrystal source
I see someone, please don't force
oh...hello....no one.....is it?
oh hello....feel so stupid
there is someone, it is Sylvie
now you know it, it's Hello me...
© Sylvia Frances Chan
saturday 13-04-13
@22.31 hrs p.m.- W.E.Time
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
Tongueless
Breathless
Restless
In this
Lightless
Nightless day
There's numbness.
Fingerless,
Stifling coughing
Ageless, noiseless crying
Witless, Senseless
.Lost.
But not for
Lack of trying.
Listless.
Falling.
Deeply Sightless
Devoutly faithless
Evenly devoid
And purely dying.
For wet whimpers
Through thickest walls.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 11:12 PM UTC
Ever the fruit-laden Mother,
whose flickering belly
shows signs of nightless day...
dayless night.
Unadulterated call of plumbed
natures, spelling upon
her belly...creative tensions
unstrung to bind bounty.
She engrained the music
of silence, to filter these
slower light years.
Reflections of mirror
images...cadenced in hope.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
sleep curved miles of patched dead boys into me like a scythe.
their quilts were not mine to sweat through,
to drench nightly with my self.
but i cried out anyway.
said i needed stained warmth more than coffins ever could.
bare as they were.
prodigal as they were.
i turn aside in bed. i sweat it out.
sleep handed me its crowded city plots and boxes of
one-way ticket disownment boiled down
to an art exhibit of photographed bodies.
black and white bodies. end of life bodies.
i tore them into manageable halves.
their varied human pieces quilted themselves together onto the floor.
their eyes floated to land at my shoes.
i stared.
yet it was sleep who drew in
the fluttering array of lost bandanas dyed with every coy color
present on the rare days here
that always smelled more like mornings,
the colors peeking like barefoot children just around the corners of their smirking, drowsy city avenues after rain.
sleep dreamt me an after hours carousel.
the revelry of skintight garbage bags
brimming over with ****** boys.
lovely boys.
boys with a gleam.
faceless baby boys with sores like eyes,
full of their junk they
treasured, fondled, kissed
the little pound of flesh that was theirs,
they gave freely, bait and tackle
to swallow whole.
dust bowl dumpling soft.
pulsing expectance.
those skins underneath you’d discover pressed to an eternity of sorts
between two slurs of the same brick,
that its nightless club grime
mumbled disco sickly to me & him.
and i’d be on my knees.
by a bed, a river, a quilt, a pew, an avenue, a grave.
whatever useless dreams may come,
i always find myself there.
already knelt in every way i couldn’t possibly comprehend.
gravely, maybe beautifully-
beside another slumbering boy
too distant from life not to reach for.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Of long streets marked by dim lights.
Concrete steps that ran the side,
of your leathern'd shoes worn out,
by the myriad looks that browsed,
through your soul and left you untouched.
Solemn, You, sideways the smile.
Poet Prophet of the Night.
Only you could fathom All:
Broken windows of the Soul;
Nightless smiles, and daytime Owls
Who, in smooth cadence walked,
stepping into voids of
Coin,
selling their skin;
conjuring
The Harlem Dark,
Of their opaque,
blythe...
Lost Dream.
J. Eduardo Ramos©
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Things get out
'at shouldn't
izzat a melting inkyness
rubbing its catness
on your
put together
put on
we know
what's melting
on the sofa
finger fast
nightless time
searches me
for day's devil
I have it here
with me now
I'll run right
over
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Are you there to keep me save?
upon the hill of nightless evening
twitted..that's how my heart behave
a restless nightmare that never ending
could I be there to keep you save?
are you ok? pale is your face, in skin of hollow
but you are there, so beyond the grave
out of window, begin hardest to follow
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
seven poltergeists
in seven homes
inopportune
the world and its coasts
and when the tide rolls in alone
will you be there?
a nightless time
a moonless month
sleepless, smiling
watch fear run
with its tail between its legs
when the sirens wail
when hell's lid is popped
you'll be there
honeymooning,
swooning
stay, then
sway your life away
let the ghosts haunt your home
pull the fragile waist
of your misfortune close
take the dance
by its pensive hands
it is a parasite
and you are a gracious host for it
fresh, lockstep
pseudo-symbiotism
I know no one would ever tell you otherwise.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
Before I traveled the world
I sat
and I wondered about the bathroom sink.
Does it have meaning!
Drops of life,
next to a human waterfall?
I wondered for then
and then only.
My life, now
having no abandoned thoughts.
Yes.
I live for the now
I sing songs in my shower
of earths water untouched
and blow distant light
as I run at the day
so shall we forever stay in our way?
Forevermore.
March away into my
nightless abiss.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
You are the moon on high tide
pulling everything where it needs to be
You are the rain in Washington
drenching everyone's bones
Yet I'm stuck in a nightless desert.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
Nightless days,
Shadowless suns,
Specks of dust,
Among the sand.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC